In the quiet of his room, a lone boy indulges in his private ritual. He's shed his clothes, leaving only his tight boxers, the outline of his growing erection visible. He props up his phone, setting the camera to record, a naughty grin playing on his lips. He starts slow, caressing himself through the thin fabric, his eyes locked on the screen. He pulls down his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He grips it firmly, pumping his hips in rhythm with his strokes. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, teasing his ass, adding to his pleasure. His moans fill the room, his body tensing as he nears his peak. He keeps going, his hand a blur, until he finally lets out a guttural groan, his body convulsing as he finds his release.